Through a glass darkly

Through a glass darkly. It’s been a rather dark fall. The phrase: Through a glass darkly, just popped into my mind. I thought maybe I’d heard it somewhere, maybe connected to a magical kids story. So I looked it up and its from the apostle Paul. 1 Corinthians 13:12

“For now we see through a glass darkly – but then, face to face. Now I know in part – but then shall I know even as I am known.”

(King James version)

Which is telling us a better reality is possible and because it is spoken of in the future, it has a possibility of happening.

To know only partially, to see only partially, to remember only sometimes and only just a bit. Which, always leads to conjecture which, unless you are wise and have accurate vision is always incomplete and has a 50% possibility of being…wrong. With all of the BS going on, we see only the tip of the iceberg. But because there is the iceberg, we know there is more. 

In our conjecture we show our true selves by what we guess. We don’t understand that those conjectures are a creative reach. The creation act (imagining) has a power to ‘make’ – to drop out of superposition and manifest. (to be biblical: when two or more are gathered…)The more people in accordance, the stronger the creation.

However: keep the people confused and rudderless, fearful and waiting and the creative force flows in confused eddies, directionless. Then you can usurp or overcome its power. 

The creative force only awaits direction. Confusion therefore, creates MORE confusion. When you are battered and abused all you can think of is what you don’t want, not what you do. So will the planet have to experience what we don’t want before we create what we do want? This is common when struggling to emerge from any type of darkness – before you learn the rules and make it simple. 

We are, right now, a battered and abused nation. We are tired of the bullshit. We are tired of the constraints. (we put enough of those on ourselves in order to succeed and provide) We are tired of the fear, stupidity, political lies, and those who would run this planet into the ground because they can’t have it, so nobody will. We are tired of the criminally insane being the ones in power running the house. Just done. Over it. 

I hope we are intelligent enough, adult enough, at some point to stand up in authority and say enough is enough (just like parents who let the kids run wild for a Saturday afternoon, but now its dinner time, time to wash up and act straight.) before things get anymore out of hand.

Its been a dark fall. A weirdly sad and somber mood is pervading all of us oddly pairing with the trees turning color and doffing their leaves. The rich and beautiful colors of fall bring a melancholy to me this year, almost as if I were seeing them through a glass darkly. Where are we?